Chapter 1209: Chapter 734 Do Your Best_3

“Only three came?”

Yang Mingli furrowed his brows slightly, looking questioningly at his two colleagues.

Even though there was no Demon Slaying Order, the aura emitted by these three Great Demons was enough to obliterate half of the Southern Continent.

But this was clearly a significant discrepancy from the number mentioned in the confidential letter from General Nanyang.

Yet Yang Mingli did not receive a response, only seeing his colleagues’ pupils contract suddenly, prompting him to turn his head instinctively, and his expression fell into shock.

He saw two thick streams of demonic power piercing the clouds first, twisting as if they were two gigantic dragons covering the sky and sun, while the last stream transformed into a fierce bird form.

What truly shocked the Generals of Southern Defense was how these three streams of demonic power inexplicably intertwined.

Twin Dragons Swallowing Sparrow!

The night sky was torn apart, turning into a horizon resembling evening glow, stretching for countless miles.

At the same time, the thunderous breathing transformed into deafening howls and wails, with turbulent energy ravaging the land like a hurricane, causing even the mighty Songfeng Prefecture City to tremble violently, and the Emperor’s Aura reinforcing the city walls quickly began to dissipate.

Yan Lanting suddenly stepped forward with his right foot to stabilize the city, but did not intend to leave the city wall: “Don’t fall for it!”

He didn’t know what these Demon Venerables were plotting, but they absolutely couldn’t succumb to the stratagem of luring the tiger away from the mountain.

This brutal magical battle lasted an entire half-night.

It left the Generals of Southern Defense somewhat bewildered, and at the final bird’s screech, the two dragon-like streams of demonic power simultaneously bit the wings of the Bird Demon and tore them apart fiercely!

“Roar!”

Crimson Demon Power fell like rain upon the world, announcing the fall of a Demon Venerable.

Then… everything eerily returned to calm.

The two dragon-like streams of demonic power never appeared again, as if they had turned away and departed.

The dawn light appeared faintly.

The figures of the few people on the city walls gradually became clear.

Yan Lanting maintained his forward-stepping stance, Yang Mingli clenched his five fingers, and Feng Xi slowly lowered the Parasol Wood in his hand.

Ye Lan still grasped the sword hilt, to the point where his palms were slightly numb.

They stared blankly into the distance, still unable to believe that this demonic calamity had ended just like that.

“Why… did it happen like this?”

Yan Lanting’s eyes suddenly turned crimson, looking back.

No one responded.

But everyone knew in their hearts that any strange occurrences in the Southern Continent nowadays, if thought of in connection with General Nanyang, could be at least eighty or ninety percent true.

Moreover, the news of the Demons attacking Songfeng Prefecture had been sent by the opponent themselves.

Yet, there was no hint of joy on Yan Lanting’s face; instead, he roared again, spitting furiously: “Why did only three come?!”

“…” Yang Mingli and Feng Xi’s faces went stiff, and their bodies became rigid.

If General Nanyang’s information was correct, it meant at least five Demon Venerables had come to the Great Nan Continent tonight, but they weren’t at Songfeng Prefecture.

So where were they?

Besides the location of the remaining Demon Venerables, Yan Lanting’s real concern was obviously about knowing where Shen Yi was.

A clatter.

The long sword suddenly dropped to the ground.

Facing the gaze of the three Generals of Southern Defense, Ye Lan stumbled backward, feeling a fainting sensation cloud her mind, only now realizing why Shen Yi had sent her to deliver the message.

Throughout the entire Great Nan Continent, whether at the Demon Slayer Bureau or among the court officials, only he could track the Demon Race.

“Jianyang Prefecture…” At the moment tears welled up in her eyes, the girl finally slumped against the city wall.

Hearing those three words, Yan Lanting had already set off with a thunderous leap, disappearing into the horizon without a single word.

Only Feng Xi and Yang Mingli glanced at each other.

While they stood dumbfounded through the night, Jianyang Prefecture might not have been as peaceful as Songfeng Prefecture.